<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209</id><updated>2011-08-23T22:05:36.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Dull Moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-4071811794619677530</id><published>2010-05-17T12:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:17:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Video Slideshow of a flight I went on in Haiti</title><content type='html'>Some of you have asked about my trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiti&lt;/span&gt;.  I have added a link from Samaritan Air about a flight I went on.  If you get a chance please check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;.  The video right below mine is of my brother James and a flight that he went on with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are good people and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sacrificially&lt;/span&gt; giving to assist those in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://samaritanairhaiti.blogspot.com/2010/02/island-run-to-il-vach.html"&gt;http://samaritanairhaiti.blogspot.com/2010/02/island-run-to-il-vach.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-4071811794619677530?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4071811794619677530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=4071811794619677530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4071811794619677530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4071811794619677530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2010/05/video-slideshow-of-flight-i-went-on-in.html' title='A Video Slideshow of a flight I went on in Haiti'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-6300034850232183460</id><published>2010-05-01T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:59:46.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>James' Ministry in Haiti</title><content type='html'>Some people have asked about my brother and his work in Haiti.  I am all about sharing with you what I know but he does a much better job.  I have added a link to his family website to the right side of this blog.  It is entitled "James Collins Family Website and Blog."  The blog is embedded in the website.  He usually updates it weekly.  He has lots of pictures and even has some prayer requests as well.  Please feel free to contact him or comment on his blog as it will encourage him to hear from others and know that they are praying for him and reading his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-6300034850232183460?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6300034850232183460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=6300034850232183460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6300034850232183460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6300034850232183460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2010/05/james-ministry-in-haiti.html' title='James&apos; Ministry in Haiti'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-2333710681640254494</id><published>2010-04-20T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:33:06.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye "Untol" Ben and "Ant" Beth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/S85Gnnah7XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xWzIOdvO5H8/s1600/4-09+pix+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462381044456090994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/S85Gnnah7XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xWzIOdvO5H8/s320/4-09+pix+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Uncle Ben and Aunt Beth left for upsate New York.  We will miss them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/S85F468fvnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4W5qVKvePHQ/s1600/10-09+download+406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462380242244976242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/S85F468fvnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4W5qVKvePHQ/s320/10-09+download+406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for loving our boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-2333710681640254494?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2333710681640254494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=2333710681640254494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2333710681640254494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2333710681640254494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2010/04/bye-bye-untol-ben-and-ant-beth.html' title='Bye Bye &quot;Untol&quot; Ben and &quot;Ant&quot; Beth'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/S85Gnnah7XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xWzIOdvO5H8/s72-c/4-09+pix+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-2593849234717774958</id><published>2010-04-20T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:19:35.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed to Selma Alabama</title><content type='html'>This weekend I will be going to Selma Alabama to do a Civil War Reenactment.  Selma is one of my favorite events.  It is likely due to the setting.  Selma is a lovely city and the park is great for this event.  It has full scale breastworks and the trees are covered with spanish moss.  Then Saturday evening hosts a grand military ball that is held in the yard of the Sturdivant Hall, a civil war era southern mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once we get our computer figured out, we will post pictures for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-2593849234717774958?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2593849234717774958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=2593849234717774958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2593849234717774958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2593849234717774958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2010/04/headed-to-selma-alabama.html' title='Headed to Selma Alabama'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-4265645834848576420</id><published>2010-03-22T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:38:07.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook has nearly killed the Blogger in me.</title><content type='html'>It was not by choice, nor was it by utter neglect, but my blog has suffered majorly.  I thought for sure that I would be able to keep up with all of life and Blogging.  Then came the invitation to get involved with Facebook.  That is like being able to see brief snapshots of whats going on in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my quandary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Facebook would be quicker and thus allow me more time for the "important" things in life.  But now that I'm on Facebook, I don't know if that is the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do both, let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still here and I do still review some of your sites occasionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-4265645834848576420?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4265645834848576420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=4265645834848576420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4265645834848576420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4265645834848576420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook-has-nearly-killed-blogger-in.html' title='Facebook has nearly killed the Blogger in me.'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-5508063896177835073</id><published>2009-08-21T23:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:33:51.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cute Pictures of Patrick...</title><content type='html'>To see really cute pictures of Patrick, see his aunt Holly's blog.&lt;br /&gt;There is a link to her blog on this one, just look for "Daniel &amp;amp; Holly Walker" under Friends and Family, then click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;Once on her blog, look for the posting entitled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Turbo" Collins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-5508063896177835073?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5508063896177835073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=5508063896177835073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/5508063896177835073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/5508063896177835073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-cute-pictures-of-patrick.html' title='More Cute Pictures of Patrick...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-4957103522955082945</id><published>2009-08-21T22:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:21:36.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That's Right; I'm the Naked Cowboy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This diaper is loaded and I am not afraid to use it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372630759275994418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9rNcv7nTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tgR1CAa3LGo/s320/summer+09+663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little half turn... pivot... and then...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372632713207012130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9s_LtY2yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ectroAdBwBY/s320/summer+09+660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Big Finish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372632722404411682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9s_t-OCSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/C65NKyg9xTw/s320/summer+09+665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Night! Show is Over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uhh, Security, why are these people still looking at me?  The show is over.  It's time to move on to another blog folks. You could say, 'you're at the bottom of this posting.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really folks, a little privacy, please. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is my private dressing room?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372635090674427970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9vJkdyqEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oYgxtWE27Zw/s320/4-09+pix+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-4957103522955082945?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4957103522955082945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=4957103522955082945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4957103522955082945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4957103522955082945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who???'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9rNcv7nTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tgR1CAa3LGo/s72-c/summer+09+663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-7386826809786150264</id><published>2009-08-21T21:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:48:10.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Methodist Campmeeting 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerrel sells flags and gives all the money to the Children's Missionary Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yes, It ALL goes to the Boy's Team.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would tell people that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We have an international business going here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These flags were made in China and sold in The United States to purchase a church bus in Mexico."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372610617071245634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9Y5BMGGUI/AAAAAAAAATY/wVxR1G68Nrs/s320/summer+09+492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe I was explaining the Campmeeting Special:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Large Flags are $6.00,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Medium Flags are $3.00,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Small Flags are $1.00;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But for the week of Campmeeting ONLY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are selling you one of each for ONLY $10.00. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a Great Deal."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372610627680400466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9Y5otg9FI/AAAAAAAAATg/0jmX5hURTgo/s320/summer+09+495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerrel sang in the Children's Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372610637589252050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9Y6Nn-B9I/AAAAAAAAATo/11Q29-T6yBM/s320/summer+09+513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick is greeted by the evangelist, Great Uncle Leonard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372610645384219234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9Y6qqbymI/AAAAAAAAATw/LiUAsssq35U/s320/summer+09+543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corticia, a young lady from our church testifies prior to being baptized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the Lord for this young person with a heart for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372610653567774690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9Y7JJi7-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jx2yP43VlH4/s320/summer+09+556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessica, another young person from our church, gets baptized by her grandfather and uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372613627159736882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9boOpHcjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9Ho9Zv_jRkg/s320/summer+09+568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am proud of Jessica and her desire to serve God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372613635609238018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9bouHomgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5AlKm-I9Biw/s320/summer+09+569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bethany Fleming testifies before being baptized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372613647718069922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9bpbOmtqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IEOCWIkJG-o/s320/summer+09+578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372613656840959602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9bp9Nq9nI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2iCBXoKU_Mo/s320/summer+09+582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Conference President, Walt Hedstrom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9bqB8eZ2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/sd_BfIrZ6M0/s1600-h/summer+09+588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372613658111010658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9bqB8eZ2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/sd_BfIrZ6M0/s320/summer+09+588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-7386826809786150264?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7386826809786150264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=7386826809786150264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7386826809786150264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7386826809786150264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/bible-methodist-campmeeting-2009.html' title='Bible Methodist Campmeeting 2009'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/So9Y5BMGGUI/AAAAAAAAATY/wVxR1G68Nrs/s72-c/summer+09+492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-8442168235740926605</id><published>2009-08-14T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:24:18.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2009 (Better to Post Late than Never)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we sleeping or is this posed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369961385238571858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvbbi1q1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/hn2-3Qvl7_g/s320/summer+09+413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breakfast in Bed.  I'm Spoiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369961389742605346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvbsUrxCI/AAAAAAAAATA/017ksh6lt3E/s320/summer+09+417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures after church Sunday afternoon with my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvcgXg-SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/dwHT7-6WSkc/s1600-h/summer+09+439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369961403713124642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvcgXg-SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/dwHT7-6WSkc/s320/summer+09+439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glad to be a Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvcBWhiaI/AAAAAAAAATI/iHjKUwdu1Q4/s1600-h/summer+09+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369961395387468194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvcBWhiaI/AAAAAAAAATI/iHjKUwdu1Q4/s320/summer+09+434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-8442168235740926605?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8442168235740926605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=8442168235740926605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/8442168235740926605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/8442168235740926605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/fathers-day-2009-better-to-post-late.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2009 (Better to Post Late than Never)'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoXvbbi1q1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/hn2-3Qvl7_g/s72-c/summer+09+413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-7218311282377160876</id><published>2009-08-11T20:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:21:21.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893368160377890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIkEp4mXCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oN64gsnFSk4/s320/summer+09+017.jpg" /&gt; Summer Flowers in our Yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893375232359234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIkFEOsO0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fWAn2hc0Dxs/s320/summer+09+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Brazier Family Reunion (my wife's Nana's side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897728771373858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIoCebRuyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mcQ1l_bCRtM/s320/summer+09+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Brazier Family Tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900348201663250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIqa8kH-xI/AAAAAAAAASI/1JgrOWG8gcw/s320/summer+09+194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During this trip, Krista and I decided to try overnight backpacking. We had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893394569466018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIkGMRBEKI/AAAAAAAAARA/_KRBMpCM08g/s320/summer+09+099.jpg" /&gt; The rest of the "overnighters"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368893410979726722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIkHJZhxYI/AAAAAAAAARI/iSbRzGoGCkU/s320/summer+09+108.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mini golfing with Mimi and Papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897752753511138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIoD3xEGuI/AAAAAAAAARo/OFMoqpyMCEg/s320/summer+09+146.jpg" /&gt; Papa perfecting his short iron shot.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897744389270354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIoDYm361I/AAAAAAAAARg/lB7j04-xZ40/s320/summer+09+127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the entire Family went to Dollywood for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897760490193522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIoEUlognI/AAAAAAAAARw/22n3yNmKvbE/s320/summer+09+148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerrel, Mommy, and Daddy rode a water ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe Mommy won the "got the wettest" award on that ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900320921499314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIqZW8BtrI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1YgxaR5biHA/s320/summer+09+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew that ducks at Dollywood will let you get really close to them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerrel chased this poor duck all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was fascinated at how close he could get without the duck flying away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900334090989618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIqaH_4MDI/AAAAAAAAASA/Cb6gxth4s_Q/s320/summer+09+187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, there were several trips to the beautiful Cades Cove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here, the boys got really close to a deer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900369577304530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIqcMMeYdI/AAAAAAAAASY/39bNjioECbE/s320/summer+09+283.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Just add water = lots of fun for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not exactly the relaxing dip in the hot tub Krista and I were hoping for, but fun none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903596478059442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoItYBVkU7I/AAAAAAAAASg/lXmqjeDftYE/s320/summer+09+306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's a trip to anywhere around Gatlinburg without going to the Pancake Pantry. The trip is not complete, if you ask Krista, until you've eaten there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903606387804818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoItYmQPCpI/AAAAAAAAASo/FIpti9ySqOM/s320/summer+09+347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Potato Pancakes with Cinnamon Cream Syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoItZLWAKBI/AAAAAAAAASw/D-rfKKDBOuQ/s1600-h/summer+09+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903616344107026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoItZLWAKBI/AAAAAAAAASw/D-rfKKDBOuQ/s320/summer+09+355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collins Family Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIoC_GXpnI/AAAAAAAAARY/8ybndqa490k/s1600-h/summer+09+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368897737542051442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIoC_GXpnI/AAAAAAAAARY/8ybndqa490k/s320/summer+09+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-7218311282377160876?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7218311282377160876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=7218311282377160876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7218311282377160876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7218311282377160876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SoIkEp4mXCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oN64gsnFSk4/s72-c/summer+09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-8258801409010850495</id><published>2009-08-02T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:10:45.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Ages...</title><content type='html'>Is Leonard still out here in Blog-land?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-8258801409010850495?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8258801409010850495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=8258801409010850495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/8258801409010850495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/8258801409010850495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-for-ages.html' title='Thought for the Ages...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-2229031869210876447</id><published>2009-05-04T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:49:19.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here...</title><content type='html'>I'm still here.  I am rushing towards graduation from College and that means that I do not have much free time.  I have been very active and lots of things are going on in our lives.  Since my last update we have:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Had my sister, Janette and her children, from Indiana, visit us.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Gone to Indiana (to visit my Family) for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Been to a couple more Civil War Reenactments.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Had some really great Sunday Services at church.  (God's presence very real.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  I preached at church Sunday Morning (April 19th)&lt;br /&gt;6.  My Jr./Sr. Banquet (at Southeastern Bible College)&lt;br /&gt;I intend to post more frequently once I am done with College.  I know that other things will quickly take the place of homework and class time, but I'm ready to be done with college for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-2229031869210876447?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2229031869210876447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=2229031869210876447' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2229031869210876447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2229031869210876447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here.html' title='Still Here...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-905122305744257353</id><published>2009-03-08T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:35:50.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March - In like a Lion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;March 1st brought us a "Snow Day." This was nice as Jerrel has prayed for snow a lot this season. God is good. We made sure that we thanked God for the snow and then we went out and enjoyed the day. This was a Sunday and our church services were cancelled for the day. We had a short service in the house and then we bundled up and headed outside. You will notice that there are very few pictures of Patrick in the snow. Once his hands got cold, he was done having fun. Bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerrel received a call from a girl in our church early Sunday morning advising him that God had answered his prayer. This is Jerrel confirming God's answer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310909864656378738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQkYiz2G3I/AAAAAAAAANY/_1Fbalb-ldI/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Patrick wants to check it out too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310909876014084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQkZNHu8PI/AAAAAAAAANg/LOqCUsFkbc4/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey Mom, take a picture of this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310909880875600210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQkZfOzyVI/AAAAAAAAANo/F62zBUAXuHo/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick checks out the snowball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310921026427602082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQuiPpexKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JtgB3ZQKcXY/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did venture out a little later that morning and ended up at Papa and Mimi's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This "yellow bell" was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310909886657094994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQkZ0xOZVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ChaofXYNnHg/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Holly, Mommy, and Jerrel made a snowman out near the road.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911637730660130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQl_wBsjyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zadNBzetlaA/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerrel makes a Snow Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911642405672658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQmABcTltI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_1sVmcHX5UQ/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family goes for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa's Philosophy: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Just because there is snow on the ground does not mean it is cold outside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911644080580130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQmAHropiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/iuqr1lmbQ8E/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerrel is in hiding and prepared to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911651467273682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQmAjMwpdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Hg6p7WsBx0E/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire!"&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to the danger, Mommy presses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310911654922355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQmAwEhAWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vv0X7BbUUmI/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter Attack!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310913480757434162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQnrB1hVzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/trEDt-c1q2I/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fox and Geese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310923601439268034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQw4IUGnMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zTuI4cPtQ9A/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+363.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Fox and Geese madness.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310913499995834306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQnsJgUB8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VL9liwLCUEU/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Beth Fleming&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310913505633965618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQnsegjFjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LVdY0zi6dXY/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+392.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had to get this picture to prove I was there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310913502548930098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQnsTBBLjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eCPWXwhWWdU/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ben agrees to be the target for large snowballs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918754791827842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQseBJTqYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/aUmHdBsqrpI/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The snowballs hit their mark.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918765845691074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQseqUwOsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vI16ZRNJz8s/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jerrel picking up the snowman's head.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918774342111106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQsfJ-dT4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Qar5SxZHUYM/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+415.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr. Dan and his trusted assistant, Ben prepare to embed an arm on "Frosty."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918774358676882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQsfKCaFZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/V-AVN-4lqXg/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+433.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Frosty" is just about complete when the sun comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918781748750146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQsflkVp0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xZjJKazmpB8/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+441.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310921033488490674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQuip87YLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/n4_39rU4FKE/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+445.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about cold hearted men?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe the girls knew he would not be around long?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310921042239097314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQujKjPCeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1_zjAzmoIoc/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+457.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Frosty", Daniel, and Holly&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310921052007818914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQuju8R5qI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XPbjZgbzHLw/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, proving that I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310921063142559730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQukYbAj_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/6PYn4m7NuPE/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time and a beautiful time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-905122305744257353?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/905122305744257353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=905122305744257353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/905122305744257353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/905122305744257353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-in-like-lion.html' title='March - In like a Lion...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SbQkYiz2G3I/AAAAAAAAANY/_1Fbalb-ldI/s72-c/2-09-3-09+pix+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-6340049646928993030</id><published>2009-03-04T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:14:49.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerrel is Daddy's BIG helper!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was working in the yard and I needed to plant some rose bushes for Krista.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; stated that he wanted to help.  Krista grabbed the camera and here are a couple shots of my hard working son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa9P-gnq2CI/AAAAAAAAANI/0ePJ0MXEsVU/s1600-h/2-09-3-09+pix+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309550421019908130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa9P-gnq2CI/AAAAAAAAANI/0ePJ0MXEsVU/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309550432160549714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa9P_KHzi1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nRNQTMzj0Sw/s320/2-09-3-09+pix+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-6340049646928993030?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6340049646928993030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=6340049646928993030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6340049646928993030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6340049646928993030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/jerrel-is-daddys-big-helper.html' title='Jerrel is Daddy&apos;s BIG helper!!!'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa9P-gnq2CI/AAAAAAAAANI/0ePJ0MXEsVU/s72-c/2-09-3-09+pix+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-7248492537326337589</id><published>2009-03-03T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:32:30.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day - Trip to Gadsden Alabama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday, Feb. 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we took a short Family Day Trip and went about 50 miles away to Gadsden Alabama. There is a Children's Museum there with lots of thing for children to do. The children are encouraged to dress up and pretend to be grown up. It was a great day. During lunch time, we walked down the historic street of Gadsden and saw a couple of rough looking men doing some brick mason work, restoring one of the store fronts. I spoke with them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;briefly&lt;/span&gt; and explained that I used to work in the brick mason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; also. I introduced my wife and boys to them. We spoke for just a moment and then as I turned to leave one of the men looked at my wife and boys and said, "You are a blessed man." I turned to him and said, "Yes, I am, I know that I am." I turned and walked away and nearly cried as I pushed Patrick's stroller and watched my wife and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; walking ahead of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lord, Thank you for my family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are a lot of pictures from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zMnyJjHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XLxyiyKf__U/s1600-h/12-08+pix+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166933902986354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zMnyJjHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XLxyiyKf__U/s320/12-08+pix+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This place had a very cozy courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166944465109026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zNPIWwCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W0ZTYtUOGtA/s320/12-08+pix+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt;, all dressed up like Uncle Micheal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166989728303634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zP3v8ShI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NNCpUX6k-4s/s320/12-08+pix+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me with the Fire Chief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what Patrick's hat said he was.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309167000973039746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zQho5WII/AAAAAAAAAKw/ec0hIQ2lpv0/s320/12-08+pix+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this Dr. After a quick check of my pulse and telling me to relax, he told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You need to eat more, that what you need to do, that will make you all better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I would pay a co-pay for medical advice like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309167017156708210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zRd7Yh3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xDlW1thOAdg/s320/12-08+pix+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309169174792854514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa31PDv7W_I/AAAAAAAAALA/PFZnx2OxlNo/s320/12-08+pix+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick loved being buried in the rubber chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309169185749790098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa31PskQ7ZI/AAAAAAAAALI/wyaVufTzj_0/s320/12-08+pix+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; and Patrick feed Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309169186767870914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa31PwW_m8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/lGu7tl2CTWE/s320/12-08+pix+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick played in the "Kiddie Play Place."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It had items designed for children his age.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309175888169657954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa37V1Br5mI/AAAAAAAAAM4/oDcOMc01uQo/s320/12-08+pix+388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At lunch time we were just walking down the street and wandered into this store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309171271223077314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa33JFj16cI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HXqq6a8zFTs/s320/12-08+pix+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate lunch in the little deli inside the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man who worked the counter said he used to come into this same store when he was a boy and buy ice cream for 5 cents. He was very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309169194515955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa31QNOR_7I/AAAAAAAAALY/Ox7uYUs4oas/s320/12-08+pix+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Krista said that she had never seen so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; "Radio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;" stuff in one location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309169207239017410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa31Q8nsg8I/AAAAAAAAALg/tacifHQyN00/s320/12-08+pix+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the same store here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krista finds a hair piece that looks quite nice, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309171264178713682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa33IrUVdFI/AAAAAAAAALo/gBn4j9VatsU/s320/12-08+pix+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She stated that she needed a picture of me in this hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309171266733346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa33I01aDqI/AAAAAAAAALw/B7fQn0lgztM/s320/12-08+pix+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought this old Movie Theatre was neat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;advertised&lt;/span&gt; that they had "air conditioning."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the deep south, I'm sure that helped business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309171274739189122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa33JSqJhYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Zc4HEbXTTFk/s320/12-08+pix+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the street entrance to the cozy courtyard that was at the children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't Krista just beautiful?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309171320411197730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa33L8zNESI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Fvb-lJWrZK8/s320/12-08+pix+329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once again, she wants me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;photo documented&lt;/span&gt; that I was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173266774307842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa349PkVNAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/POKDdAndLLc/s320/12-08+pix+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like I've said before, She's beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173272320814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa349kOuLhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/v16BI1OxG-E/s320/12-08+pix+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once back inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PlayPlace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; shops at the "Squiggly Wiggly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173275828317874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa349xS-brI/AAAAAAAAAMg/R2z40vG9uh0/s320/12-08+pix+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey, Someone has got to be the Cashier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309175892593273538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa37WFgW6sI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ig6N0w71ZEY/s320/12-08+pix+390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; took his turn. He was rough. He weighed everything and made sure that he punched in every item.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173299236624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa34_If81xI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kPBtZdaNhng/s320/12-08+pix+385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As I mentioned, Patrick loved being buried in the rubber chips. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it was too close to nap time at this point and that may have contributed to the compliant behavior.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309173286867868818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa34-abAnJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/otcdDpHvBys/s320/12-08+pix+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All in all, it was a great day of family bonding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am truly a Blessed Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-7248492537326337589?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7248492537326337589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=7248492537326337589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7248492537326337589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7248492537326337589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-day-trip-to-gadsden-alabama.html' title='Family Day - Trip to Gadsden Alabama.'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3zMnyJjHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XLxyiyKf__U/s72-c/12-08+pix+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-6943514169756906798</id><published>2009-03-03T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:00:00.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Krista - Valentine Dinner</title><content type='html'>On Feb. 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we had our very own private dinner at home. (We had gone out to the "Fancy" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; the weekend before to avoid the crowds.) My wonderful mother and father-in-law agreed to watch the boys so that Krista and I could celebrate Valentine's Day without any distractions.  It was nice to be at home and able to just focus on her.  She is my darling and I love her more now than ever.  I thank God daily for her.  What a beautiful young lady!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krista is putting the finishing touches on dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3pznABCKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NRfOld0G7Q4/s1600-h/12-08+pix+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156608591333538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3pznABCKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NRfOld0G7Q4/s320/12-08+pix+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3pzFU7H2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CyH2QcSmRbc/s1600-h/12-08+pix+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156599552221026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3pzFU7H2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CyH2QcSmRbc/s320/12-08+pix+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Dinner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(have I mentioned that Krista is an awesome cook.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156618202981026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3p0KznIqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yQGdYajVJwQ/s320/12-08+pix+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309158130807274514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3rMNsk_BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XrGt9owZy3M/s320/12-08+pix+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage of the candles and roses to try and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156630003466802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3p02xEQjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MyT_GQxd8DA/s320/12-08+pix+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309156620009977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3p0RibtWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ongjz0ersoA/s320/12-08+pix+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309158145603174162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3rNE0MfxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EAN74y7nizI/s320/12-08+pix+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309158135561980018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3rMfaMCHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4jdhAd-UwRA/s320/12-08+pix+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISTA, I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-6943514169756906798?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6943514169756906798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=6943514169756906798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6943514169756906798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6943514169756906798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-darling-krista-valentine-dinner.html' title='My Darling Krista - Valentine Dinner'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/Sa3pznABCKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NRfOld0G7Q4/s72-c/12-08+pix+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-3125910092277119894</id><published>2009-01-16T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:23:09.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christmas" at New Year's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Krista and I alternate Christmas Day with her family and mine. This year Christmas day for us was spent in Indiana with my family. Therefore, after going to the Alabama Symphony Orchestra concert on New Year's Eve night, we came back to the Mom and Dad Fleming's home to officially kick off our Christmas with them. Mom (Mimi) wanted to give the boys a couple of gifts that night. She got the boys a new set of matching P.J.'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFTxnvv2YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XIo_8MK4hjI/s1600-h/12-08+pix+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292103149084989826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFTxnvv2YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XIo_8MK4hjI/s320/12-08+pix+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292103155887145058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFTyBFggGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/78AVzrWKgY0/s320/12-08+pix+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Jerrel gets a new puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292103163822628162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFTyepeXUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4xrwvYtpYkY/s320/12-08+pix+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick enjoys his new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, Lets move forward to Christmas day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292109467916702994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFZhbOoFRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/olZXA9I--yg/s320/12-08+pix+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; "Santa" got Jerrel an entire Jay Jay set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292109469226717458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFZhgG9URI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eDnV7NClBZE/s320/12-08+pix+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Patrick received gifts from "Santa" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292109481451979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFZiNpsAyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JznmB-hsdKs/s320/12-08+pix+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jerrel said, "This is exact-tily what I wanted!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292109488754502434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFZio2vqyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KF8j5xIibt0/s320/12-08+pix+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Patrick was so cute this year. Every gift that he opened he would say, "Oohh Woooowwwwww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292109483140927906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFZiT8XUaI/AAAAAAAAAII/hp_gU8czSTY/s320/12-08+pix+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Den scene on "Christmas morning" (actually New Year's Day) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123134634126690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFl87t-bWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5eDRRdD5d_g/s320/12-08+pix+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daniel wishes you a "Merry New Year."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123139729385298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFl9Osx51I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wtl9vB1IsHk/s320/12-08+pix+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Give a kid a chainsaw and he will cut something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123145318657026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFl9jhXbAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/18N5Z-f8pH8/s320/12-08+pix+315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Patrick models Papa's new hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123151166910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFl95TssDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dNNZYmuWCws/s320/12-08+pix+671.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What's a Christmas celebration without the food...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123157207949458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFl-Pz_oJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wwE5q-KmXRo/s320/12-08+pix+670.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and desserts!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a Wonderful Christmas.  God is so good to our family.  What an awesome occasion that we celebrate.  We are truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-3125910092277119894?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3125910092277119894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=3125910092277119894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/3125910092277119894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/3125910092277119894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-at-new-years.html' title='&quot;Christmas&quot; at New Year&apos;s...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFTxnvv2YI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XIo_8MK4hjI/s72-c/12-08+pix+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-1729809630004341211</id><published>2009-01-16T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:33:56.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve with the Alabama Symphony Orchestra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; On New Years Eve, Krista and I went to the historic Alabama Theatre to hear the Alabama Symphony Orchestra (A.S.O.). They handed out the masks and people have a lot of fun. The A.S.O. does an outstanding job and their members even seem to have fun with it. We heard a fabulous soprano sing along with the A.S.O. She was fantastic. All in all it was a great evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODhTnq0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5cwg-GWh2Fw/s1600-h/12-08+pix+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292096859524279106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODhTnq0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5cwg-GWh2Fw/s320/12-08+pix+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krista and I in front of the Alabama Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODbp4p7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WCPVrY-JqkM/s1600-h/12-08+pix+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292096858007054258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODbp4p7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WCPVrY-JqkM/s320/12-08+pix+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was cold out that evening, a rare chance for Krista to wear her "fur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODDJgJMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Oiq-BwCGEoY/s1600-h/12-08+pix+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292096851428779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODDJgJMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Oiq-BwCGEoY/s320/12-08+pix+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFOCVmcFkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/twY2T_9wTCA/s1600-h/12-08+pix+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292096839202117186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFOCVmcFkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/twY2T_9wTCA/s320/12-08+pix+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Holly Walker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFOBzT-IpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wa4Z1an4L4A/s1600-h/12-08+pix+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292096829997851282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFOBzT-IpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wa4Z1an4L4A/s320/12-08+pix+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krista and I strike a pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292099698630774866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFQoxzW0FI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7sEkF8DpjhU/s320/12-08+pix+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany took a friend, Liz, from College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ben was scheduled to go hunting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-1729809630004341211?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1729809630004341211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=1729809630004341211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/1729809630004341211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/1729809630004341211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve-with-alabama-symphony.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve with the Alabama Symphony Orchestra.'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SXFODhTnq0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5cwg-GWh2Fw/s72-c/12-08+pix+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-217644203093369316</id><published>2009-01-10T23:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:56:27.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In Indiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of pictures comming right up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Indiana it was very cold. We saw a lot of ice on the side of the road. Jerrel wanted to stop and get out and play with the Icicles. He took this picture of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMc185ZVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TBMOj_UB2m0/s1600-h/Collins+Christmas+2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289913664470082898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMc185ZVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TBMOj_UB2m0/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Morning Breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289913671287196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMdPWOTCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_zd1to8c1bU/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, Krista, Jerrel, Patrick, and I went to the Mitchell Manor, where Janelle works. We wanted to give to others who would not have a family Christmas. We asked Janelle to pick out a couple of patients there that would likely not have any family or friend come to see them on Christmas. It was a fun time and as you can expect I was able to get a funny story but more importantly, I was able to talk to Jerrel about giving rather than receiving at Christmas. We are very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289913688028953234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMeNtxOpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BQXf9owQCQg/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave each person a nice pair of slippers. We found out when this man opened his that he does not like slippers. I quote, "I don't like slippers, Sock feet only for me. I don't like slippers. Momma always made me wear slippers but I don't like slippers. No slippers for me. I don't like slippers, sock feet only for me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We gave his slippers to someone else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289913676168363442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMdhh-_bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AhPeJfE18H0/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289917310759400178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmPxFcA8vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Z-Ox_jK4YtQ/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get up early, play hard all day, miss a nap, and what do you expect when you make a kid sit down and be still... even if it is for supper...zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289917313938517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmPxRR-bGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DwLw8RBmLTM/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janelle with her daughters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlyn (Left) and Heather (right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289917326353304002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmPx_h5CcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/daAv6C_EGeA/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Misc. Pictures...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin and Ashlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289917331932969762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmPyUUL-yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aDK9PLHRI6M/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jerrel and Patrick with Papaw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289917330628676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmPyPdODAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cT1B_PRmsv0/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Krista, Janelle, and Zion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289913675108034338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMddlLpyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2otG3r38X7E/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ashlyn and Jerrel (They seemed to have a lot of fun together.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289919699152959202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmR8G5aduI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3AV7VwIal88/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Could we please have all the children by themselves? Ah, Krista, Janette, and Dad... I was wanting to try to get just the children. Oh yeah, without you there as guards, we would not get all the children to stay there. My bad. And Dad, You make sure they look alright from the back. "Pre-she-ate-cha, really do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289919693798115426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmR7y8uCGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-nXmXDRpV_A/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-217644203093369316?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/217644203093369316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=217644203093369316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/217644203093369316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/217644203093369316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-indiana.html' title='Christmas In Indiana'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWmMc185ZVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TBMOj_UB2m0/s72-c/Collins+Christmas+2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-2818824611422159592</id><published>2009-01-10T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:26:08.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We go Caroling...</title><content type='html'>We have gone caroling and out to look at the Christmas lights for the past several years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we had some ladies from the church join us. We had a blast. We have started decorating the trailer that we ride on to make it a little more festive. (although I'm not sure how legal we were.) We joked that people would think that we were a lost float from some Christmas parade. Here are just a few pictures of our outing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789637085192482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWkbpf8BYSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V4A0WNvqMaU/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789649286445362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWkbqNZBuTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ikCLkQbYVMM/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789637729800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWkbpiVtUyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EW-GDdKsCPI/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789650112713650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWkbqQeBk7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/TISoEsQN8bY/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789657775678930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWkbqtBBJdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VYJoiEmnWHk/s320/Collins+Christmas+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-2818824611422159592?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2818824611422159592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=2818824611422159592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2818824611422159592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2818824611422159592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-go-caroling.html' title='We go Caroling...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SWkbpf8BYSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V4A0WNvqMaU/s72-c/Collins+Christmas+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-6838833652287334522</id><published>2008-12-19T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:21:30.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating is fun, but can wear you out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; loves to help "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;det&lt;/span&gt;-o-wate." On Thursday, December 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; was staying with Nana and Papaw (Krista's grandparents) and decided that they needed more "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;det&lt;/span&gt;-o-ray-shuns" and so Papaw said that they would need to go explore the attic to see if they could find more decorations to put out. (Is it any wonder that Papaw stays side-to-side with the great-grandchildren?) They climbed up the ladder and into the dark attic with only one light on an extension cord. As they were searching through the boxes and bags, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jerrel&lt;/span&gt; found something soft and thought that he might try it out for comfort. Being past his normal nap time, the following is what Krista and I returned to find. (The flash from the camera makes it look really light up there but it was not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281732666069344130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUx74D-j34I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ui0V_0vV388/s320/12-08+pix+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281732671111718738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUx74WwwZ1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OWzjZd7CX9I/s320/12-08+pix+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-6838833652287334522?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6838833652287334522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=6838833652287334522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6838833652287334522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6838833652287334522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/12/decorating-is-fun-but-can-wear-you-out.html' title='Decorating is fun, but can wear you out...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUx74D-j34I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ui0V_0vV388/s72-c/12-08+pix+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-2936301163407282278</id><published>2008-12-19T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:43:08.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>It's dressing time and that means that mommy has to do "range of motion" exercises with my hurt finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUx3jVLIOKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yCC_ha0oloQ/s1600-h/12-08+pix+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281727911861696674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUx3jVLIOKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yCC_ha0oloQ/s320/12-08+pix+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxw99A8YFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/siKJBRcKm4E/s1600-h/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281720672651599954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxw99A8YFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/siKJBRcKm4E/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxw9uk8EMI/AAAAAAAAADw/Sgb6pfkK5-8/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281720668776042690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxw9uk8EMI/AAAAAAAAADw/Sgb6pfkK5-8/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-2936301163407282278?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2936301163407282278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=2936301163407282278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2936301163407282278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/2936301163407282278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUx3jVLIOKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yCC_ha0oloQ/s72-c/12-08+pix+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-4852524698274812962</id><published>2008-12-19T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:24:40.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick vs A Candle</title><content type='html'>This post will have pictures at the bottom. The pictures are somewhat sad and so if you have a weak stomach just read about the burn and don't look at the pictures. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday evening, December 1st, Krista and the boys went to Mimi's house to "det-o-wait (decorate) for Christmas." I was in class and therefore the boys and Krista could have fun and help Mimi all at the same time. A long story short (kind-of like a preacher saying, "in closing"), Patrick was roaming the house for just a few moments before being put in his bed. Krista and her mother (Mimi) were in the kitchen when they heard Patrick scream and Krista turned to see Jerrel running out of the den area. Krista thought that Jerrel may have taken something away from Patrick and that was the cause of the sudden loud outburst. Not so. She and her mother said "CANDLE!!!" at about the same time and they raced into the den where Patrick had extenguished the fire in a jar candle with his left index finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part where I really shorten it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krista thought she saw wax on his finger and attempted to remove the wax. In doing so she removed the burned skin. Relax... The doctors told her that was probably the best thing that she could have done at that point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She or her mother called our pediatricians after hours # and they recommended that they take him to the Childrens hospital ER to then be seen in the burn unit due to the fact that there was skin loss and it was on his hand (finger). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krista called me. Thankfully I was on a short break from the 4 hour class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They (Krista, her Daddy, and Patrick) headed to Children's and I headed to Children's. Jerrel stayed with Mimi, to take care of her. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick had finally calmed down by the time they arrived at the ER. I got there just a moment after they did. It was sad. He's a Daddy's boy and when he saw me he reached out for me and started to cry again. Well great, now there were two of us crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we saw a doctor in the burn unit. (I know I'm getting old. The Dr. did not look like he could have been out of H.S. let alone Med. School.) The doctor stated that Patrick had a third degree burn on the tip of his left index finger and second degree burns on most of the rest of that one finger. As bad as that may sound, and it is, it could have been a lot worse. He was wearing long sleeve P.J.'s and the doctor stated that sometimes the clothes catch on fire and that could have resulted in a much worse situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were given all the necessary items to dress the wound at the house and the doctor expressed confidence in Krista's and her mother's (a former R.N.) capability to handle the dressing at home and to be alert for any signs of infection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, there has been much prayer about this situation. The pictures may look rough but to anyone who deals with burns they will see that God has been good to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plastic surgeon at Children's (who specializes in children's hands) indicated that he does not feel like any skin grafting will be necessary. Praise the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the pictures. We took these each time we would change the dressing. The ones that look the worst are from a time when he had pulled the dressing off during the night and the wound dried out a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a weak stomach this is where you stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxiQGnHiVI/AAAAAAAAADI/7FnKm17zMxk/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281704491790862674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxiQGnHiVI/AAAAAAAAADI/7FnKm17zMxk/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281704952644643570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxiq7bOKvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/X-Wo9WoBZy4/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxjGZoWQYI/AAAAAAAAADY/xZ700Iq9qcM/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705424609231234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxjGZoWQYI/AAAAAAAAADY/xZ700Iq9qcM/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxjhSRRznI/AAAAAAAAADg/uvsfE_3BJjE/s1600-h/DSC_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705886489890418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxjhSRRznI/AAAAAAAAADg/uvsfE_3BJjE/s320/DSC_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxj_yWDvaI/AAAAAAAAADo/wg6-Hg3VM0A/s1600-h/DSC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706410495950242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxj_yWDvaI/AAAAAAAAADo/wg6-Hg3VM0A/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-4852524698274812962?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4852524698274812962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=4852524698274812962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4852524698274812962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4852524698274812962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/12/patrick-vs-candle.html' title='Patrick vs A Candle'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SUxiQGnHiVI/AAAAAAAAADI/7FnKm17zMxk/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-4734549785383917687</id><published>2008-11-07T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:43:57.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here...</title><content type='html'>Just as a pastor once asked a church congregation to testify every once in a while so that he would know that everything is alright with them.  I would like to just take a moment of your time to let you know that I am doing fine and that God is good.  Although my blogging is suffering from my busy life, I am doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quite frankly, it's none of the devil's bit-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I get more time to spend on this venue of communication, you can more accurately follow my life through the blogs of my family and friends.  (I've even tried to make it easy for you by adding a link to their blogs on mine - Now how sweet is that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Daniel and Holly (although we all know it's Holly who does the blog spot) and thanks to Andy and Julie (although we all know that it's Julie who does the blog spot) and also thanks to Ben and Beth (although we all know it's Beth who does the blog spot) for all their work keeping my friends and family apprised of my family and our wanderings and doings.  I think that this is a good thing.  Lets just keep the flattery going, you never know how many friends I have out there that may check out your blogs just to try and see glimpses of me.  Y'all make me look good now, even if you need to photoshop some pictures and make up some kind flattering words about me.  Thanks.  ~Leonard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-4734549785383917687?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4734549785383917687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=4734549785383917687' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4734549785383917687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/4734549785383917687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-here.html' title='Still here...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-7166572118857270891</id><published>2008-08-15T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:26:57.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dan and Deb Collins Family Reunion 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYsYHYt7iI/AAAAAAAAABo/_OlX-c8TDkk/s1600-h/Leo+Flashdrive+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234920409675984418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYsYHYt7iI/AAAAAAAAABo/_OlX-c8TDkk/s320/Leo+Flashdrive+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krista, Jerrel, Patrick, and I loaded up and headed to Indiana for the week of August 4th through the 10th. We arrived late Monday night and as expected my mother was waiting up for us. Tuesday morning we drove up to Indianapolis and went to the Children's Science Museum. We had a great time and there were lots of thing for the children to do. Can someone say "sensory overload?" We stayed and played and laughed and cried right on through nap time and into dinner time. I joked with my sister-in-laws Rachel and Michelle that this excursion was about the most I'd ever been charged to babysit my own children. (Mom actually paid, thanks Mom) We took lots of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On late Wednesday night, my two brothers made it in. Mom, Krista, and I waited up until the wee hours of Thursday morning for them to get in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYwD_0HwAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cIAIbi6n5YY/s1600-h/Leo+Flashdrive+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234924462092566530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYwD_0HwAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cIAIbi6n5YY/s200/Leo+Flashdrive+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday the Children cooled down by playing in the water in Dad and Mom's back yard. (Sorry about the destroyed grass, Dad.) They had lots of fun sliding on a slip-n-slide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYw-2sZXuI/AAAAAAAAACA/_xVTQuBq5WI/s1600-h/Leo+Flashdrive+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234925473256529634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYw-2sZXuI/AAAAAAAAACA/_xVTQuBq5WI/s200/Leo+Flashdrive+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin figures out how the thing works and made it all the way to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Friday, we had the highlight of the reunion, for most. The entire family went to a lake. Mom had reserved a pontoon boat and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234937309724062722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKY7v0-KtAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aJ_lxIJq6HM/s320/Leo+Flashdrive+812.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Jerrel and I get to ride "Big Bertha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brothers and I had to see who could stand up on the tube the longest. I won. They came up with reasons that I somehow was able to do it longer than them. They claim I was standing further back on the tube than they were. Fact remains I stood much much longer than they did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234963791853425570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKZT1Sl0k6I/AAAAAAAAACY/cayyGIX6KoI/s400/Leo+Flashdrive+1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was so much more to this reunion than I can post on my blog but one thing that I want to be sure that everyone knows.  The fact that my Mom works so hard for us all to be able to do this.  She is truly the glue that holds this family together.  I was blessed to be a part of family devotions when God's presence came to the Collins family reunion.  What a memorable moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom, if you read this, know that I love you and I am proud to be your son.  Your desire for our family to be Godly first and foremost is very important and I know that God will honor your prayers.  You are worthy of much more praise than this short blog could hold.   I thank God for you and pray that God blesses you in a special way.  ~Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mom, please note that I did not use my last name to sign off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-7166572118857270891?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7166572118857270891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=7166572118857270891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7166572118857270891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7166572118857270891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-reunion-time.html' title='Family Reunion Time...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SKYsYHYt7iI/AAAAAAAAABo/_OlX-c8TDkk/s72-c/Leo+Flashdrive+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-856973245128876633</id><published>2008-07-25T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:08:48.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tigger Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqS2kzitFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DOjUwk-rurk/s1600-h/DSC_0233_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151783807333458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqS2kzitFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DOjUwk-rurk/s320/DSC_0233_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for Allstate Insurance and they have a charity called Helping Hands. It is a volunteer organization that goes around getting involved in local community projects and charitable events. I had the most wonderful opportunity on Tuesday Evening, July 22nd, 2008. I volunteered to go to the Children's Hospital in Birmingham Alabama and take part in "A Magical Night of Disney." The company sponsored the event and there were many others who volunteered to make the night a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqTY4xPK4I/AAAAAAAAABY/_HnJk_V6UjU/s1600-h/DSC_0238_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227152373281926018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqTY4xPK4I/AAAAAAAAABY/_HnJk_V6UjU/s320/DSC_0238_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were going to be two people from my office that dressed up in costumes, Cinderella and Tigger (other Allstate offices did other characters). I got to be Tigger. It was wonderful to see the children respond to the costume. Some would run to me and give "Tigger" a big hug while others would scurry behind a parent's leg to hide. I walked around in the lobby while the hospital staff brought the children, who were well enough to be moved, to the lobby for the event. For about an hour I walked around hugging everybody, having pictures made, hugging everybody again, getting more pictures made with babies and children and parents and nurses, and kneeling down to hug small children and getting up to hug taller children, faking to sign Tigger's autograph and handing out pictures of Tigger. This was work, but it was a pure joy. After about an hour of being in the main lobby, two costumed characters were chosen by the hospital staff to go upstairs to visit some of the children too sick to come down. (They did not tell us before but the staff was watching us to see who interacted with the children the best and then they were chosen to go upstairs.) Tigger and Goofy were chosen to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to write about one experience of the night for the Helping Hands to use. This is the story I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was escorted, by hospital staff, to the room of a 5 year old little girl. The overhead light had been turned off and the room was lit by the light from the nurses station and lights of several medical equipment monitors. It was quiet in the room, only the whispers of her parents and the steady beeping of machines and the occasional murmur of people talking in the hallway could be heard. The dark haired girl with large brown eyes was laying in a bed with safety rails, the headboard surrounded with monitors and machines. She was nearly motionless as I approached her bedside. I saw both of her small hands had IV's taped into the back of them. A clear tube was coming out of her nose and taped to the side of her face. There were wires taped to her chest and a small pink and white hospital gown barely covering her torso. She looked tired and very sad. When I got to her bedside I reached over the railing and patted her arm. She just stared at me. In costume I was unable to speak, so I could only try to entertain her by my actions. I handed her a stuffed animal, a Tigger about 5 inches tall that would spring up and make noise if you pushed down on it's head, and she slowly reached out and took it. I then took a picture of Tigger and held it close to my Tigger-heart and then handed it to her. My heart was breaking with the effort that she seemed to be exerting to take the things that I was handing her so I just laid them in the bed beside her. I then held my big Tigger paws over my Tigger eyes and then removed them quickly to pretend to be playing peek-a-boo. She smiled. I continued to play peek-a-boo with her for just a moment when I saw her hands move slowly to her eyes and then slowly she turned them to the side and in a quiet voice she said "Boo." I was crying inside that hot Tigger head as I jumped back to make her believe that she had scared Tigger. We continued playing peek-a-boo while her face beamed with one of the cutest smiles that I've ever seen. It was then that I noticed the girl's mother walking towards me. She approached me and place her hand on my back and said, "I know that there is someone inside this costume, and while I may never know who you are, I want you to know that this is the first time that my baby has smiled in over three days. Thank you for being here." I patted the mother on her back and gave her the biggest 'thumbs up' that I could with a Tigger paw on my hand. She wiped a tear from her eye and walked back to her seat to allow me to continue playing with 'her baby.' For about another minute I was able to play peek-a-boo while behind the shield of a costumed Tigger head my tears continued to flow. The hospital staff advised me that we must keep going and with mixed emotions I left a little girl who had, if even for just a brief moment, smiled and forgotten about all the reasons that held her in that hospital bed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's why I volunteer. Money can't buy the feeling that I felt when I realized that with such little effort I was able to make such a huge difference in the lives of those who were dealing with indescribable pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-856973245128876633?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/856973245128876633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=856973245128876633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/856973245128876633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/856973245128876633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-tigger-time.html' title='It&apos;s Tigger Time...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqS2kzitFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DOjUwk-rurk/s72-c/DSC_0233_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-7910479350957053752</id><published>2008-07-25T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:37:11.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerrel Turns 4 Years Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that the boy who made me a member of the Daddy Club has just turned 4 years old. I have loved every moment of his life. God has used this little man to show me more love than I ever dreamed possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Jerrel what kind of party he wanted and he told us that he wanted a Thomas the Tank Engine Party. We invited anyone that he wanted to have over to our yard for his birthday party. My lovely and talented wife, Krista, made his birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqG-wqxoSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j06JGE3tHzw/s1600-h/DSC09429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227138730291208482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqG-wqxoSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j06JGE3tHzw/s320/DSC09429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqIPnSVRTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Lx3YBOYD9rM/s1600-h/DSC09460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227140119342171442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqIPnSVRTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Lx3YBOYD9rM/s320/DSC09460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerrel was blessed with so many friends and gifts. We are truly blessed to have such a wonderful family (blood and church).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Jerrel grows up to understand how blessed he is to be surrounded by so many people who love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 4th Birthday Jerrel!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227143957519387490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqLvBnFy2I/AAAAAAAAABA/tN8Y-VxDshw/s320/DSC09404.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Patrick enjoys the party life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227144853720776978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqMjMOJwRI/AAAAAAAAABI/K0yTbfXDlJw/s320/DSC09414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jerrel swings into this picture (hence the blur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-7910479350957053752?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7910479350957053752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=7910479350957053752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7910479350957053752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7910479350957053752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/07/jerrel-turns-4-years-old.html' title='Jerrel Turns 4 Years Old!!!'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SIqG-wqxoSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/j06JGE3tHzw/s72-c/DSC09429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-7720575145172584074</id><published>2008-07-11T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:48:21.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here...</title><content type='html'>I know that many of you are quite perturbed by my delenquincy in updating the blog.  Let me take a moment to asure you that I am fine and that things are happening in my life.  When I do have the time to sit down and figure out how to load pictures here... you will see them.  Until then, I will continue to be the front runner in the "Most Boring and Plain Blog" Catagory.  As I stated in my very first post, I will likely have higher aspiration for this blog than the blog will actually ever see.  If someone out there has plenty of time on your hands and you wish to handle this for me... sorry it's my blog and the instructions told me that I can put on it whatever I would like.  I assume that means that I can leave off whatever I would like as well. &lt;br /&gt;     Now that I have filled enough space to make the blog look updated I will go and sit back and wait for another respite in my life so that I can once again communicate to all three of you who even know that I have a blog.  (Who told me that it was a great way to meet long lost friends?  Did we ever think that some of those people may be long lost for a reason???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-7720575145172584074?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7720575145172584074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=7720575145172584074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7720575145172584074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/7720575145172584074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here...'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-8708852608728475419</id><published>2008-06-20T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:16:51.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it always happen while I'm away?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm at work and I get a call from my sister-in-law.  It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Leonard, your toilet is overflowing and I've told Nana how to shut off your water, but we need to know where the plunger is at."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Why?  It was working fine when I left this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Leonard, we need to know where the plunger is at."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a current problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Nana is standing over your toilet trying to prevent further damage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damage, DAMAGE... Did you just tell me that my house has been damaged by a renegade toilet overflowing, while I'm at work, Nana there watching the boys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her where the plunger was at and she told me to have a nice day and that she needed to call Nana back right away so she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be more to come on this story!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-8708852608728475419?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8708852608728475419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=8708852608728475419' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/8708852608728475419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/8708852608728475419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-does-it-always-happen-while-im-away.html' title='Why does it always happen while I&apos;m away?'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368563721208640209.post-6115419067992742013</id><published>2008-06-13T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:08:25.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me???</title><content type='html'>Why me?  This is the question I ask myself when others ask me why I don't "blog."  Then it dawns on me.  I am a social animal and I love to interact with people.  Now I can be interacting with lots of people at the same time.  Now that's a rush that I can hardly wrap my brain around.  I wonder how long a sanguine can keep a blog going before something else comes along and distracts my attention and all of a sudden I find myself having forgotten the password to get into my account or forget all about even having an account.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is my first and final post, it has been somewhat fun to think about who all might read this and then come back to see if I ever update it.  For those of you who actually know me, you'll understand.  For those of you who don't know me, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5368563721208640209-6115419067992742013?l=leonardcollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6115419067992742013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5368563721208640209&amp;postID=6115419067992742013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6115419067992742013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5368563721208640209/posts/default/6115419067992742013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardcollins.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-me.html' title='Why me???'/><author><name>Leonard and Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196560214093976390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9rASa_wzf_I/SGRdE5HDjNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JOpCBoPkkys/S220/P40701041_005_097_061208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
